Winter isn't, generally, my favourite time of year.
That said, ever since I spent a year living somewhere the weather never really changed very much and the days were all more or less the same length, I promised myself I would remember to enjoy the turning of the season and the changes they bring.
And so while I am ready for grey days and dark evenings to give way to the spring, here is my celebration of the best of winter ... Walking beneath the pale winter sun amidst crisp white snow followed by curling up with a cup of tea in front of a fire.
If I was a better artist the blue should probably have shone through more in that sky, and a good book should probably have made an appearance too.
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